It started with a father and a mother and a midwife. As the rising sun poured in through the hospital window, I held my new baby up, pink and brand new with life.

You were that new baby, a little Frog, with huge feet like paddles and long, gangly limbs. You gulped at the air and made a tiny whimper. Then you nuzzled in and had your first taste of milk.

That morning was three years ago today. And now you are no longer a tiny baby, depending on me for milk and warmth and cuddles. Now you are three. And an independent three at that. Continue reading »